It had worked perfectly. Antoine, my actor friend, had arrived mid afternoon
with his pots of make up and we spent a few hours getting ready, he in a maid's
outfit, me in the gorgeous silks that belonged to Lady Beringham. By the time
our carriage arrived it was impossible to think of each other as men, we were a
beautiful noble woman and her pretty maid en route to the ball at the Palace of
Versailles.

Antoine had the easier job, as all he had to do was disappear into the servant's
quarters and make up stories about his service while I had to negotiate the
minefield of social etiquette. It was difficult, especially when a heavily
moustachioed Spaniard said he'd understood me (Lady Beringham) to be an elderly
lady, but I coped with everything and before long was being led around the dance
floor by a succession of noblemen. Before I'd met Antoine I'd never even thought
about men in a sexual way but now, as I was whirled around to the strains of the
orchestra, I revelled in the feel of my partners' hands tight around my waist
and fantasised what it would be like to be bedded by them.

The highlight of the evening (or so I thought at the time) was meeting the King,
His Majesty Louis XVI, a rather plain man with almost as much make up on as me
and the other women as was the fashion. To my astonishment he flirted
outrageously with me and I soon became worried that my stiffening cock would
show even under all the layers of petticoats and voluminous skirts.

Some time later I was dancing with an Austrian Count by the name of Ludwig, a
tall handsome man who I was determined to get out in the garden for some air so
that I could investigate the contents of his tight britches, when a palace
official intruded. Ludwig was about to send the man packing when the courtier
informed that the King needed to see me on urgent palace business.

I followed the man out of the ballroom beginning to feel a panic in my stomach.
If the King knew I was not Lady Beringham there was a very good chance I would
be put to death. I thought of running for it but in these big skirts I wouldn't
get far.

I was shown into a room and left there to admire the beautiful ceiling and the
exquisite furniture but all I could concentrate on was the whistling of the
guillotine blade as it plummeted toward my neck. I was on the verge of faking an
illness and trying to bluff my way out when a section of wall opened and the
King stepped out. "Ah, Lady Constance," he sighed as he weaved his way toward
me, obviously drunk, "you are a magnificent woman." He stopped next to me and
smiled, holding up a goblet of wine. I took it and had a drink as he plied me
with compliment after compliment and I suddenly realised he was trying to seduce
me! I spent a moment staring in disbelief then began to look at him more
closely. Although he was a little portly and rather short, he was rather cute in
a boyish way and I found myself rather attracted to him. He led me back through
the secret passage into his bedroom, an enormous place with a bed you could lose
people in, and we sat on the edge of the bed as he tried to persuade me that
sleeping with the king was no sin and I tried not to jump on him.

I let him run his fingers over my bare shoulders and across my neck that aroused
me intensely and beneath my folds of silk my cock hardened. He leaned forward
and began kissing my shoulder then, when I did not resist he moved forward to
kiss the tops of my breasts that the tight bodice had created from nothing. I
sat there enjoying the sensations of another man's lips on my chest and
shoulders then up my neck to my ears which he nibbled gently before moving
around to the front and kissing me softly.

I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue inside touching it with mine as he
explored. His hand moved from my waist around to the front of my dress so I
shifted suddenly so that he wouldn't feel the stiff rod in there and put my hand
on the front of his satin trousers. He liked that and I could feel a hardness in
there, not as big as Antoine's but a cock I felt I wanted to feel sliding in and
out of me before much longer. I rubbed and massaged that tool as we mashed our
mouths together passionately and before long his hands were helping mine undo
his clothing and pulling that hot flesh from its hiding place. For the first
time in my life I had another man's dick in my hand so I began to pull and
squeeze on it as though it were my own, gently at first but with mounting
pressure and speed. The King groaned and broke the kiss, falling back on the
bed, his arms flung above his head as he gasped "Mon cherie" over and over.
After a few minutes of using my hands and watching that hard piece of royal meat
twitch in my fingers, I lowered my head and began licking at his balls. The
pleasure the King was getting was as great as my own as I lapped at the prickly
hairs around his scrotum, the heavy musky odour feeling my nostrils and
enflaming my passions so that I couldn't help but take that cock into my mouth
and begin sucking and licking on it for all my worth, my head bobbing up and
down as my fingers played with his balls. I worked my way into a frenzy as I
felt the hot flesh slide in and out and touch the back of my throat, my wet
mouth slurping as I gobbled harder and harder hoping for a mouthful of that hot
sticky come I'd tasted yesterday.

I felt the spasm and heard him groan and then a great flood of juice spurted
into my mouth, hot and salty, there seemed to be gallons of it and though I
swallowed as fast and often as I could droplets leaked out and dribbled down my
chin.

I kept him in my mouth for a while; feeling him soften as I lapped up every drop
and just savoured the metallic tang it had left in my mouth.

I wasn't sure what to do next but Louis sat up and smiled at me. "Fantastique."
He breathed and told me how he'd never had an experience like that before. For a
good ten minutes he complimented me on my technique and when I told him I'd
never done it before he didn't believe me. He told me that my face was
splattered with his come and I rushed to a mirror, seeing gobbets of milky semen
all around my mouth and down my chin. I went to wipe it off but he stopped me
saying how he liked the way it looked and to be honest I liked the thought of
it, me, a young servant lad with his face spattered with a King's juice, my cock
was rigid at the thought.

"And now, my darling, it is your turn for the great pleasure." He began to lift
my skirts and I realised, as I saw his newly stiffening rod, that he wanted to
fuck me. There was a moment of panic then I took charge and pushed him back on
the bed. "Lie back, Louis," I said, "then you can see your seed on my face while
you have me." He looked surprised then his expression changed to one of desire
and he shuffled back onto the bed, his cock standing proud as I clambered on top
of him, arranging my skirts so that he couldn't see what was underneath. I used
both hands as I squatted over him like Antoine had done with me, one to guide
him to my hole and the other to keep my cock and balls away. Slowly I lowered
myself down and felt my bottom tense as the head of the royal cock pushed at my
tight anus but my weight overcame the resistance and after a brief, sharp pain,
he was in and I slid down until my bottom rested on his thighs, his cock hard
and hot and inside me all the way. It was a glorious feeling, and I realised
this is what I was born for, to pleasure men in this way and feel them deep in
me. At first just feeling it there was pleasure enough but then I began to
wiggle my hips and enjoy the feeling that gave but when I pulled up slightly and
eased down so that it slid I almost came right there. Slowly I lifted and
dropped carefully increasing the tempo and within a minute I was bouncing up and
down as Louis thrust in and out of my arse like I was a cheap trollop. For a
good ten minutes he fucked me, pounding in and out, his swollen cock filling my
hole and giving me the fucking I'd needed for so long. I was barely conscious as
he drove that red hot poker into me, and the only sounds I made were deep,
throaty grunts, feral noises as my baser instincts took over. I never wanted to
stop, ever, I wanted the rest of my life to be spent with this great cock
ramming home but it was not to be and I exploded into my skirts as I had never
done before, great jets of come just as Louis groaned and I felt a warm glow
expand inside me as he came too.

Panting I collapsed on top of him then rolled off to the side. We were both
exhausted and he waved me away with a few endearments and I staggered out of the
bedroom back down the secret passageway. The official obviously knew what had
occurred and called me a carriage so a few minutes later I was on the way back
to our lodgings with Antoine in tow. He mentioned my come spattered face but I
didn't care, I was in heaven.

Back at the hotel I was still enflamed and in the end Antoine had to fuck me
three times that night before I'd had enough and eventually fell asleep.